Hang Me, Oh Hang Me

Hang me, oh hang me

So I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long

Waiting 'round here too long

My papa was a gambler

He taught me how to play

He said, "Son, don't you go a baggin' when you hold the ace and trey"

"When you hold the ace and trey"

They took me down to old Fort Smith

Sick as I could be

And they handed me a letter saying "Son, come home to me"

"Son, come home to me"

Hang me, oh hang me

So I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long

I've been waiting 'round here too long

My father and mother

Little sister makes three

They all came to the gallows, to see the death of me

To see the death of me

They put a rope around my neck

And drew me way up high

I could hear the crowd singing, "It won't be long til he dies"

"It won't be long til he dies"

Hang me, oh hang me

So I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long

I've been waiting 'round here too long

Hang me, oh hang me

So I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long

I've been waiting 'round here too long

Hang me, oh hang me

So I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting' 'round here too long

I've been waiting' 'round here too long (x3)